We attended a potluck picnic last night with some friends I consider my "extended family." The rain went away just in time and it was an enjoyable evening.
I had the privilege of meeting the children of a friend of mine -- who happens to be a Packers fan (but I don't hold that against him). His 16-year-old daughter, however, seems to take the allegiance pretty seriously.
Somehow Brett Favre came up in a conversation and she asked why people were still talking about him. "His career is over and done with," she said. I told her that as a I Vikings fan, I was especially relieved about that fact. She scrunches up her face and says, "You're a Vikings fan?!" Then she turns to her dad and asks, "Is she the one?"
I asked, "The one what? Oh, does your dad talk about me because I'm a Twins fan and he likes the Sox?"
Without really answering my question, she says, "I don't care who you cheer for in baseball, but being a Vikings fan is, like, unforgivable."
Wow.
The thing is, she wasn't mean-spirited about it. She just sort of stated it as a fact, like "being a Vikings player means you wear a purple uniform." So I didn't charge back and set her straight that I have admittedly done plenty of "unforgivable" things in my day, but my loyalty to a mediocre, can't seem to win a Super Bowl football team was not one of them. I'm pretty sure I can be forgiven for that, right?
I mean, I went to dinner with my still waiting to the do the Super Bowl Shuffle Chicago Bear-loving in-laws tonight and I was able to overlook that shortcoming. Must be something about Friday night Fish Fries that bring about forgiveness.
Maybe I should bring fish to my next potluck...
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Threes-Day
If bad things happen in 3's, it's good to know I can get those out of the way by 6 a.m.
I got up early so I could run, walk or something. I didn't hear rain or see it, but as soon as I stepped outside, I felt it. It was sprinkling really lightly so I decided to go for it. I was out of bed anyway. I started out walking but in no time, the rain was coming down steady and I was forced to actually run! Yikes.
I'm not in good enough shape to out-run the rain, so I came home with wet socks, shoes, everything, and my hair dripping wet.
The second incident occurred during the run. A black cat crossed my path. I'm not typically the superstitious sort, but this is the same cat that stood in our backyard the other night, taunting our cat into a hissy fit. I just don't see it as a good sign.
The third event in my trio is that we did not win the Powerball last night! So we had to go to work as usual -- after a 7 a.m. trip to the chiropractor (our new usual).
I'm just glad bad things only happen in 3's. This means I'll have a productive day at work. And the rain will be over and done with before our picnic this evening.
I got up early so I could run, walk or something. I didn't hear rain or see it, but as soon as I stepped outside, I felt it. It was sprinkling really lightly so I decided to go for it. I was out of bed anyway. I started out walking but in no time, the rain was coming down steady and I was forced to actually run! Yikes.
I'm not in good enough shape to out-run the rain, so I came home with wet socks, shoes, everything, and my hair dripping wet.
The second incident occurred during the run. A black cat crossed my path. I'm not typically the superstitious sort, but this is the same cat that stood in our backyard the other night, taunting our cat into a hissy fit. I just don't see it as a good sign.
The third event in my trio is that we did not win the Powerball last night! So we had to go to work as usual -- after a 7 a.m. trip to the chiropractor (our new usual).
I'm just glad bad things only happen in 3's. This means I'll have a productive day at work. And the rain will be over and done with before our picnic this evening.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Growing Pains
At Carter's insistence, I woke him up early today so he could go running with me. The plan was to walk a bit to warm up, then run at a slow pace as far as he could handle it, then walk to cool down. All totaled, it would be just one mile for this first day.
Well we accomplished the first two things. We got up early (by 5:30) and we walked to warm up. As soon as we broke into a jog, though, he shouted out that his knees hurt. For real?! I wasn't gonna go all drill sergeant on him, so I said we could just walk. But fast.
When we got toward the end, he did try jogging a bit and it felt a little better but still painful. I was trying to have him pinpoint the source of pain. We had stretched out good beforehand but I figured it could still be shin splints. But he was pointing all around his knee. Rather than throw out more guesses, I said he should ask Cheryl the fitness guru at Kidz Camp.
I caught up with her later and she said he's basically experiencing "growing pains." The bad news is that the pain will be here awhile, but come and go depending on what he is doing. The good news is that he is growing! I expect he'll match my towering 5'1" frame in no time!
I was trying to recall if I ever went through growing pains. Did you? I suppose with my height, I didn't have cause to experience them for long.
Nowadays, my "growing pains" hit my wallet more than anything -- when I can no longer zip my jeans and I have to buy a new pair or when I am investing more money on some new fitness craze I'm sure to stick with this time.
So now we've got Jim dealing with his back pain (going twice a day to the chiropractor still). Carter dealing with growing pains. And me, I'm just being a pain as usual.
Ouch.
Well we accomplished the first two things. We got up early (by 5:30) and we walked to warm up. As soon as we broke into a jog, though, he shouted out that his knees hurt. For real?! I wasn't gonna go all drill sergeant on him, so I said we could just walk. But fast.
When we got toward the end, he did try jogging a bit and it felt a little better but still painful. I was trying to have him pinpoint the source of pain. We had stretched out good beforehand but I figured it could still be shin splints. But he was pointing all around his knee. Rather than throw out more guesses, I said he should ask Cheryl the fitness guru at Kidz Camp.
I caught up with her later and she said he's basically experiencing "growing pains." The bad news is that the pain will be here awhile, but come and go depending on what he is doing. The good news is that he is growing! I expect he'll match my towering 5'1" frame in no time!
I was trying to recall if I ever went through growing pains. Did you? I suppose with my height, I didn't have cause to experience them for long.
Nowadays, my "growing pains" hit my wallet more than anything -- when I can no longer zip my jeans and I have to buy a new pair or when I am investing more money on some new fitness craze I'm sure to stick with this time.
So now we've got Jim dealing with his back pain (going twice a day to the chiropractor still). Carter dealing with growing pains. And me, I'm just being a pain as usual.
Ouch.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Strategic Planning
Our company bigwigs are in town this week, taking a deep look at how our business is doing, how we will be doing for this year and where we might go (and grow) next year. They call it strategic planning. Figuring out a game plan to survive and thrive in this economic climate.
I guess it's often a good idea to be looking ahead so we aren't completely surprised by anything or, if we are, then we have tools in place to deal with it.
This concept certainly isn't exclusive to business -- though the Vikings organization hopefully has something in place now that the ol' man is staying retired. Time for someone there to shine this year! Yes, hubby and I are elated at the news. I just don't know what he's going to do with that Lions shirt he bought. (Not kidding!) I suppose he'll wear it with pride and say, "This is what I was prepared to do if Favre wore a purple #4."
In our personal lives, a good strategic plan is often required. We couldn't have pulled off a graduation party without one, that's for sure. Right now, I have implemented one to get back into shape and am contemplating one for writing a book.
I think the key will be flexibility. I can't let obstacles deter me. I can't just give up or stop. I need to work through challenges or around them and, if necessary, take a different path to get to my destination.
Ha, that makes it sounds so easy, doesn't it? Maybe it can be. I can do it for easier goals, too. Like blogging every day. Easy enough.... Getting enough sleep at night. I think I'll get started on that one right now...
I guess it's often a good idea to be looking ahead so we aren't completely surprised by anything or, if we are, then we have tools in place to deal with it.
This concept certainly isn't exclusive to business -- though the Vikings organization hopefully has something in place now that the ol' man is staying retired. Time for someone there to shine this year! Yes, hubby and I are elated at the news. I just don't know what he's going to do with that Lions shirt he bought. (Not kidding!) I suppose he'll wear it with pride and say, "This is what I was prepared to do if Favre wore a purple #4."
In our personal lives, a good strategic plan is often required. We couldn't have pulled off a graduation party without one, that's for sure. Right now, I have implemented one to get back into shape and am contemplating one for writing a book.
I think the key will be flexibility. I can't let obstacles deter me. I can't just give up or stop. I need to work through challenges or around them and, if necessary, take a different path to get to my destination.
Ha, that makes it sounds so easy, doesn't it? Maybe it can be. I can do it for easier goals, too. Like blogging every day. Easy enough.... Getting enough sleep at night. I think I'll get started on that one right now...
Monday, July 27, 2009
Fit to Print
Back in my newspaper days, instead of saying something was "fit to print," we (the underpaid and understaffed) would say, "All the news that fits, we print." So here are some Monday news briefs. Not necessarily fit to print, but they fit, so we'll print them ...
Enough Already: I have to quit writing about hubby's aching back. He can't stand all this extra attention. (I know. Opposites attract, right?) Anyway, he went to the chiropractor twice today so hopefully he's on the mend.
Rainy Days and Mondays: The rain held off enough so I could run this morning and do a brief walk at work later. But now it's coming down again and we love it! I honestly don't think we've mowed the grass since Casey's graduation party in mid-June. Maybe we did right after that, but it has been so dry since then, nothing is growing ... except for a few weeds (but definitely not my flowers).
Reffner Racing: You haven't heard about our nephew Colin lately because we haven't gotten to the races for several weeks due to one thing or another. But he is having a stellar season! He is the points leader for super stocks at Marshfield Super Speedway and is tied for the lead at Golden Sands. Not bad for a 15-year-old! If you want to learn more, you can always check out his Web site, too, at www.colinreffner.com.
On the Front Lines: After watching those segments on Walter Cronkite last night, I remain amazed at how involved he was during the wars and other dangerous situations. He was actually riding alongside fighter pilots in WWII plus carrying a gun! That is way different than how my life as a reporter panned out. But I'm OK with that. The other thing that struck me was the military censorship of mail to and from the troops. I can understand they don't want military secrets given out, but the censorship further delayed messages between loved ones. I am thankful today that my nephew Tony can call, email or post a note on his Facebook so his mom (my twin) and the rest us can be assured at any time that he is doing OK in Iraq. Glad some things change.
The Lucky Ones: Jim and I buy lottery tickets every week and we can always tell when the Powerball jackpot is getting up there because they start having pools (joint ticket buys) at work. Jim figures if he wins through the work one, then he can retire and I should probably keep working for the benefits. Whatever. Honestly, we are just feeling pretty lucky in general. Right now I have a handful of close friends and family members praying for loves ones who are basically fighting for their lives -- mostly trying to beat some form of cancer. We are the lucky ones. I actually feel silly even writing about our minor aches and pains. Some days I just forget how good we've got it.
Enough Already: I have to quit writing about hubby's aching back. He can't stand all this extra attention. (I know. Opposites attract, right?) Anyway, he went to the chiropractor twice today so hopefully he's on the mend.
Rainy Days and Mondays: The rain held off enough so I could run this morning and do a brief walk at work later. But now it's coming down again and we love it! I honestly don't think we've mowed the grass since Casey's graduation party in mid-June. Maybe we did right after that, but it has been so dry since then, nothing is growing ... except for a few weeds (but definitely not my flowers).
Reffner Racing: You haven't heard about our nephew Colin lately because we haven't gotten to the races for several weeks due to one thing or another. But he is having a stellar season! He is the points leader for super stocks at Marshfield Super Speedway and is tied for the lead at Golden Sands. Not bad for a 15-year-old! If you want to learn more, you can always check out his Web site, too, at www.colinreffner.com.
On the Front Lines: After watching those segments on Walter Cronkite last night, I remain amazed at how involved he was during the wars and other dangerous situations. He was actually riding alongside fighter pilots in WWII plus carrying a gun! That is way different than how my life as a reporter panned out. But I'm OK with that. The other thing that struck me was the military censorship of mail to and from the troops. I can understand they don't want military secrets given out, but the censorship further delayed messages between loved ones. I am thankful today that my nephew Tony can call, email or post a note on his Facebook so his mom (my twin) and the rest us can be assured at any time that he is doing OK in Iraq. Glad some things change.
The Lucky Ones: Jim and I buy lottery tickets every week and we can always tell when the Powerball jackpot is getting up there because they start having pools (joint ticket buys) at work. Jim figures if he wins through the work one, then he can retire and I should probably keep working for the benefits. Whatever. Honestly, we are just feeling pretty lucky in general. Right now I have a handful of close friends and family members praying for loves ones who are basically fighting for their lives -- mostly trying to beat some form of cancer. We are the lucky ones. I actually feel silly even writing about our minor aches and pains. Some days I just forget how good we've got it.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
A Perfect Mix
I can't complain when the weather forecast calls for mostly sunny, high of 80, with a chance of scattered showers. That's the perfect mix. Sun for me and rain for the Earth.
When it comes to sun, I find our kitty and I are a lot alike. We'll grab any patch of sunshine we can! This morning, Sylvester pressed her head against the screendoor by the front deck as soon as that first square of sunshine appeared!
Later, I enjoyed a few minutes on the deck myself! I made sure I got something done first. Made another batch of banana bread and watched Bad News Bears with Carter. I figured I better have Carter watch the movie so he'd know why I occasionally called daddy Coach Buttermaker. He enjoyed the movie and I can't get the theme song out of my head!
This afternoon, we went to pick up one of Carter's friends for a play date (I suppose I should just say to "hang out" now that they're sixth-graders). Traffic was rerouted on the way there because of an accident. We know it was serious because one person was airlifted to Marshfield and the other to Madison. So we're praying for the injured parties but we don't know yet if they are unknown to us. Scary. (Hug your loved ones!)
Jim took Casey over to Best Buy in Plover to get his graduation present from us -- a new laptop for school. Wow, this is really happening. We'll soon be parents of a college kid. Yikes!
The drive over and back was painful, Jim said, so I expect our commute will not be too enjoyable tomorrow. For this evening's inactivity, we watched a few episodes of a Walter Cronkite series on the Discovery Channel. I am not going to watch all 8 shows today but the ones we did see were very interesting. We'll have to keep our eye out for when they air again.
Speaking of keeping an eye out... With all the scattered showers this afternoon that were immediately followed by sunny skies, I told Carter there was a good chance we'd see a rainbow. Sure enough. We finally got one! (I couldn't get the whole thing in my viewfinder so I had to split it up into 2 pictures.)
And here's us trying to be creative... Is Carter's brain the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? 
You never know! Well, yes, we kind of do. But we love him anyway. And it made for a beautiful end to -- all things considered -- a pretty good day.
When it comes to sun, I find our kitty and I are a lot alike. We'll grab any patch of sunshine we can! This morning, Sylvester pressed her head against the screendoor by the front deck as soon as that first square of sunshine appeared!Later, I enjoyed a few minutes on the deck myself! I made sure I got something done first. Made another batch of banana bread and watched Bad News Bears with Carter. I figured I better have Carter watch the movie so he'd know why I occasionally called daddy Coach Buttermaker. He enjoyed the movie and I can't get the theme song out of my head!
This afternoon, we went to pick up one of Carter's friends for a play date (I suppose I should just say to "hang out" now that they're sixth-graders). Traffic was rerouted on the way there because of an accident. We know it was serious because one person was airlifted to Marshfield and the other to Madison. So we're praying for the injured parties but we don't know yet if they are unknown to us. Scary. (Hug your loved ones!)
Jim took Casey over to Best Buy in Plover to get his graduation present from us -- a new laptop for school. Wow, this is really happening. We'll soon be parents of a college kid. Yikes!
The drive over and back was painful, Jim said, so I expect our commute will not be too enjoyable tomorrow. For this evening's inactivity, we watched a few episodes of a Walter Cronkite series on the Discovery Channel. I am not going to watch all 8 shows today but the ones we did see were very interesting. We'll have to keep our eye out for when they air again.
Speaking of keeping an eye out... With all the scattered showers this afternoon that were immediately followed by sunny skies, I told Carter there was a good chance we'd see a rainbow. Sure enough. We finally got one! (I couldn't get the whole thing in my viewfinder so I had to split it up into 2 pictures.)
And here's us trying to be creative... Is Carter's brain the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
You never know! Well, yes, we kind of do. But we love him anyway. And it made for a beautiful end to -- all things considered -- a pretty good day.Saturday, July 25, 2009
Sat-urday
I think we officially put the SAT in SATurday today. And I'm not ashamed to say it.
Hubby's back is only marginally better so he wasn't up for much physical activity. So we all jumped on that bandwagon! I did go for a run/walk this morning first thing so I wouldn't feel guilty about doing nothing the rest of the day. (That worked. Didn't feel guilty a bit.)
For our first bout of inactivity, Jim and I watched Gran Torino. Excellent movie. It certainly gets you thinking about our world, our selves, our thoughts and our actions. And our blessings. How we shouldn't take our safety and well-being for granted. If you haven't seen it yet, we both highly recommend it.
This afternoon, Jim went to the chiropractor again and Carter and I went into town to run some errands. We stopped at Wal-Mart first to get a few things. Wasn't going to spend much time (or money) there, but then we saw they had the school supply lists out. So we grabbed Carter's and were going to do our school shopping another time. But then we changed our minds.
First we saw he needed a special calculator so I figured I better grab that now (plus they were on sale). Then we recalled last year how we waited too long and had to go to a bunch of different stores just to find a yellow notebook. So we figured we better grab notebooks, too (plus they were on sale). Then we saw the matching folders were only 9 cents a piece (yes, on sale) so we got those, too. Then, you guessed it. We figured we might as well do it all.
Actually, as distressing as it is to even think about school in July when summer hasn't really started, it did feel good to get it done (plus we saved a bundle!).
I told Carter that if I bought the school supplies, he could pay for the movies we were going to rent for the rest of our SAT-urday. When we returned the ones from last night, I pointed out to the cashier that one of the DVDs did not work in any of our players so they credited us for that and for an additional free movie. So Carter's two movies for tonight/tomorrow were free.
He was really excited about that until I told him he couldn't get off that easy. The least he could do is buy a treat at Dairy Queen to bring home for dad. Naturally, he and I had to have something, too. Jim and I give two thumbs up to the new Tagalong Blizzard!
Due to scattered showers today, raced were canceled for tonight. So after supper, Carter watched Home Alone 2 downstairs while Jim and I regrettably watched Tropic Thunder. Really shouldn't have watched it the same day we saw something on the level of Gran Torino. It's like eating cheesecake and then having to finish your cold mashed potatoes. Really, that bad (but that's just our opinion).
Now I just gave Carter a buzz cut and Jim headed into town again. The big boys are their own for the night so who knows what they're up to. Hopefully he doesn't have to go all Clint Eastwood on them! Although, with his bad back, portraying a 78-year-old actor may not be far off the mark...
Hubby's back is only marginally better so he wasn't up for much physical activity. So we all jumped on that bandwagon! I did go for a run/walk this morning first thing so I wouldn't feel guilty about doing nothing the rest of the day. (That worked. Didn't feel guilty a bit.)
For our first bout of inactivity, Jim and I watched Gran Torino. Excellent movie. It certainly gets you thinking about our world, our selves, our thoughts and our actions. And our blessings. How we shouldn't take our safety and well-being for granted. If you haven't seen it yet, we both highly recommend it.
This afternoon, Jim went to the chiropractor again and Carter and I went into town to run some errands. We stopped at Wal-Mart first to get a few things. Wasn't going to spend much time (or money) there, but then we saw they had the school supply lists out. So we grabbed Carter's and were going to do our school shopping another time. But then we changed our minds.
First we saw he needed a special calculator so I figured I better grab that now (plus they were on sale). Then we recalled last year how we waited too long and had to go to a bunch of different stores just to find a yellow notebook. So we figured we better grab notebooks, too (plus they were on sale). Then we saw the matching folders were only 9 cents a piece (yes, on sale) so we got those, too. Then, you guessed it. We figured we might as well do it all.
Actually, as distressing as it is to even think about school in July when summer hasn't really started, it did feel good to get it done (plus we saved a bundle!).
I told Carter that if I bought the school supplies, he could pay for the movies we were going to rent for the rest of our SAT-urday. When we returned the ones from last night, I pointed out to the cashier that one of the DVDs did not work in any of our players so they credited us for that and for an additional free movie. So Carter's two movies for tonight/tomorrow were free.
He was really excited about that until I told him he couldn't get off that easy. The least he could do is buy a treat at Dairy Queen to bring home for dad. Naturally, he and I had to have something, too. Jim and I give two thumbs up to the new Tagalong Blizzard!
Due to scattered showers today, raced were canceled for tonight. So after supper, Carter watched Home Alone 2 downstairs while Jim and I regrettably watched Tropic Thunder. Really shouldn't have watched it the same day we saw something on the level of Gran Torino. It's like eating cheesecake and then having to finish your cold mashed potatoes. Really, that bad (but that's just our opinion).
Now I just gave Carter a buzz cut and Jim headed into town again. The big boys are their own for the night so who knows what they're up to. Hopefully he doesn't have to go all Clint Eastwood on them! Although, with his bad back, portraying a 78-year-old actor may not be far off the mark...
Friday, July 24, 2009
Staying Close
After a bit of a rough night, hubby decided to stay home today, and Carter and I went to Iola for work and Kidz Camp. Jim did get to the chiropractor -- and will see him again this weekend and on Monday. He's in sad shape, but holding up remarkably well. (I'm sure I would be whining a lot more.)
Since it was just the boy and me commuting, we managed to swing by King Cone on the way home. I can see you're surprised. They had a new Cedar Crest flavor today -- Blueberry Waffle Cone. Ohmigosh! Awesome! Carter had Caramel Collision, one of my old favorites. So we were both satisfied customers.
Naturally, that meant that when we got home I had to go on a 3-mile walk. But I didn't mind. It was sunny out!
Since Jim's back is bothering him plenty still, we decided we better stick close to home this evening. He certainly wouldn't want to sit at the races or anything. So Carter and I went into town to pick up a few movies.
When we got home, we saw that they were going to have a special 40th anniversary airing of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Oh the young Paul Newman and Robert Redford! If you can believe it, I have never seen that movie. So we ended up watching that instead of watching another acting legend, Clint Eastwood, in his Gran Torino movie. We'll probably get to that tomorrow.
Carter rented and watched Home Alone for the first time, too. (I know. We don't get out much. Or maybe it's we don't stay in and watch movies enough!) He liked that movie, too. So everybody wins.
Now I'm listening to the Twins game and hoping they win, too. They need something good to happen out on the West Coast. I suppose I could stay up for the whole thing. Golfing is definitely off for tomorrow so I could sleep in if I wanted to.
Oh crap. The Angels just got a home run and are leading 2-zip already. Maybe I'll just go to bed and get right to those prayers!
Since it was just the boy and me commuting, we managed to swing by King Cone on the way home. I can see you're surprised. They had a new Cedar Crest flavor today -- Blueberry Waffle Cone. Ohmigosh! Awesome! Carter had Caramel Collision, one of my old favorites. So we were both satisfied customers.
Naturally, that meant that when we got home I had to go on a 3-mile walk. But I didn't mind. It was sunny out!
Since Jim's back is bothering him plenty still, we decided we better stick close to home this evening. He certainly wouldn't want to sit at the races or anything. So Carter and I went into town to pick up a few movies.
When we got home, we saw that they were going to have a special 40th anniversary airing of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Oh the young Paul Newman and Robert Redford! If you can believe it, I have never seen that movie. So we ended up watching that instead of watching another acting legend, Clint Eastwood, in his Gran Torino movie. We'll probably get to that tomorrow.
Carter rented and watched Home Alone for the first time, too. (I know. We don't get out much. Or maybe it's we don't stay in and watch movies enough!) He liked that movie, too. So everybody wins.
Now I'm listening to the Twins game and hoping they win, too. They need something good to happen out on the West Coast. I suppose I could stay up for the whole thing. Golfing is definitely off for tomorrow so I could sleep in if I wanted to.
Oh crap. The Angels just got a home run and are leading 2-zip already. Maybe I'll just go to bed and get right to those prayers!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Back to Back
Despite the fact I have to go to a chiropractor once a month (and did so this Monday) and the fact that this old bag o' bones got up early to run a few times this week (and did so today, too), I am not the one in pain today.
I'll back up a step. Last night while I was baking banana bread and jabbering away on the phone with my mom, Carter and Jim were in the batting cage next door hitting, pitching and catching. When Carter went to bed, he said his shoulder hurt already. Well he hasn't thrown a baseball in a month, so that didn't surprise me. But he seemed fine this morning.
About mid-morning, hubby calls my extension (we're both at work) and asks for a back pill or some sort of pain med. He said he wasn't sure if this was from catching so many pitches last night or what, but explained that his lower back just started hurting when he answered the phone. Now I know from personal experience that I can throw my back out doing anything simple like reaching for shampoo in the shower to picking up a jug of milk. So I took this seriously.
He took a few pills but called me an hour later and said it had worsened to the point it was hard to stand up and walk with the pain. So I got my work together, managed to wrangle a laptop for use this afternoon and called over to Kidz Camp to let them know we'd be coming early to get Carter. "That's good," said the director, "because Carter's been laying down with a sore tummy." Great. I wasn't planning to be Florence Nightingale this afternoon.
By the time we swing over there, though, he's got his pizza for lunch and is fine. Must have been too many sit-ups, that's all.
We go home. I get Jim situated (with little help from me really). Tell Carter to be at Dad's beck and call. Then head to the library to plug into their Internet and get some work done. For some reason our Internet connection at home does not allow me to log onto the server at work. It works from the library, though, which is where I spent a good deal of time in March, if you recall.
So I walk into the library and someone has the nerve to be sitting in my booth. Actually all 3 were occupied and the help desk lady said there weren't any other open connection areas anywhere. So I actually had to sit and wait, like a true squatter, until one opened up. Thankfully it wasn't that long and yes, it was my old booth again.
Kind of fun to be back and see some of those regulars -- the old guys still coming in to read various newspapers, gripe about the economy (and the Brewers now) and take a cat nap in their chairs. What a life.
When I got home tonight, Jim was not any better and had found he pretty much needs to be lying down for the pain not to be unbearable. This does not bode well for a golf outing we have planned over by Green Bay on Saturday. Forecast is not looking good.
We'll sort of have to see how the night plays out. I plan to work on Friday and take Carter to Kidz Camp so he is occupied. If Jim can't go to work tomorrow but thinks he may want to see our chiropractor (unlikely, he says), then he'll have to get a ride from some other Nightingale since our car is in the shop...
Yeah, we like to keep our challenges back to back to back so we appreciate the normal days when none of us is in pain or being a pain (oh, those are rare days).
I'll back up a step. Last night while I was baking banana bread and jabbering away on the phone with my mom, Carter and Jim were in the batting cage next door hitting, pitching and catching. When Carter went to bed, he said his shoulder hurt already. Well he hasn't thrown a baseball in a month, so that didn't surprise me. But he seemed fine this morning.
About mid-morning, hubby calls my extension (we're both at work) and asks for a back pill or some sort of pain med. He said he wasn't sure if this was from catching so many pitches last night or what, but explained that his lower back just started hurting when he answered the phone. Now I know from personal experience that I can throw my back out doing anything simple like reaching for shampoo in the shower to picking up a jug of milk. So I took this seriously.
He took a few pills but called me an hour later and said it had worsened to the point it was hard to stand up and walk with the pain. So I got my work together, managed to wrangle a laptop for use this afternoon and called over to Kidz Camp to let them know we'd be coming early to get Carter. "That's good," said the director, "because Carter's been laying down with a sore tummy." Great. I wasn't planning to be Florence Nightingale this afternoon.
By the time we swing over there, though, he's got his pizza for lunch and is fine. Must have been too many sit-ups, that's all.
We go home. I get Jim situated (with little help from me really). Tell Carter to be at Dad's beck and call. Then head to the library to plug into their Internet and get some work done. For some reason our Internet connection at home does not allow me to log onto the server at work. It works from the library, though, which is where I spent a good deal of time in March, if you recall.
So I walk into the library and someone has the nerve to be sitting in my booth. Actually all 3 were occupied and the help desk lady said there weren't any other open connection areas anywhere. So I actually had to sit and wait, like a true squatter, until one opened up. Thankfully it wasn't that long and yes, it was my old booth again.
Kind of fun to be back and see some of those regulars -- the old guys still coming in to read various newspapers, gripe about the economy (and the Brewers now) and take a cat nap in their chairs. What a life.
When I got home tonight, Jim was not any better and had found he pretty much needs to be lying down for the pain not to be unbearable. This does not bode well for a golf outing we have planned over by Green Bay on Saturday. Forecast is not looking good.
We'll sort of have to see how the night plays out. I plan to work on Friday and take Carter to Kidz Camp so he is occupied. If Jim can't go to work tomorrow but thinks he may want to see our chiropractor (unlikely, he says), then he'll have to get a ride from some other Nightingale since our car is in the shop...
Yeah, we like to keep our challenges back to back to back so we appreciate the normal days when none of us is in pain or being a pain (oh, those are rare days).
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Man in the Mirror
There are times when I am so proud that my son is emulating one of my positive personality traits. But there are days, too, when I gasp and say, "Oh no! You're just like me!" And I realize he won't necessarily change unless I do first.
And there are no guarantees either of our efforts will stick...
Over the past year, Carter has grown quite a bit. He's creeping up on me in height, but he's also filling out. (Yes, "filling out." In my multiple stages of life on the higher end of the scale, I know there are lots of different ways to say a person has put on weight!)
Carter is the one who noticed it first when his pants were getting snug this winter. Just a little Buddha Belly, as I call it. I told him it was no big deal. He'd be active in soccer and baseball and at Kidz Camp, too. But the thing with kids these days (and many adults, too) is that we're only as active as we have to be. We have a whole lot of sedentary time between bouts of activity. So despite his once or twice a week activities, he's still got the Buddha thing going.
He says on Saturday, "Mom, what can I do to lose this gut?" I told him he can start by watching what he's eating. Not dieting -- I don't need him obsessed with that -- just easing off full-sugar soda, Little Debbie treats, etc. Missing the point (just a little), he replies, "But Mom. I'm not fat anywhere else, just my tummy. Isn't there an exercise I can just do for my gut?"
So that's when I suggested we dust off the old Ab Roller I had to have on some exercise "effort" back in the '90s. I said we both could do a few ab crunches a day to get started and we'd see how it felt (on our back, neck and of course, stomach) then do a few more. He thought that was cool.
We both survived Day One.
Sunday. Day Two. It's mid-afternoon and Carter plops on the couch with a fresh package of Swiss Cake Rolls and says, "Mom, when are we doing our ab exercises again?"
I just burst out laughing and couldn't stop. He's so my little man in the mirror. He's so the son of Robyn, who will bike around the lake for exercise but stop halfway at the ice cream stand... who will run 2 miles so she can eat her piece of carrot cake. Oh this poor, misguided child!
Monday. Day Three. We finally got it right. Carter drank water instead of soda and we did our reps (repetitions) together.
Tuesday. Day Four. Thinking we had a routine down now. I said last night, "OK, Carter, I'll meet you down in the basement." I go down there, do my crunches and then go in the laundry room to iron. I heard Carter come down and assumed he was doing his reps, but when I went back out there, he was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of ice cream! I point to the Ab Roller and he says, "Oh! That's why you wanted me to come down?"
Yikes. We've got some work to do.
This might take a little bit of commitment and maybe even some creative thinking. But if anyone can find a way to have their cake and eat it, too, it's Carter and his mom!
And there are no guarantees either of our efforts will stick...
Over the past year, Carter has grown quite a bit. He's creeping up on me in height, but he's also filling out. (Yes, "filling out." In my multiple stages of life on the higher end of the scale, I know there are lots of different ways to say a person has put on weight!)
Carter is the one who noticed it first when his pants were getting snug this winter. Just a little Buddha Belly, as I call it. I told him it was no big deal. He'd be active in soccer and baseball and at Kidz Camp, too. But the thing with kids these days (and many adults, too) is that we're only as active as we have to be. We have a whole lot of sedentary time between bouts of activity. So despite his once or twice a week activities, he's still got the Buddha thing going.
He says on Saturday, "Mom, what can I do to lose this gut?" I told him he can start by watching what he's eating. Not dieting -- I don't need him obsessed with that -- just easing off full-sugar soda, Little Debbie treats, etc. Missing the point (just a little), he replies, "But Mom. I'm not fat anywhere else, just my tummy. Isn't there an exercise I can just do for my gut?"
So that's when I suggested we dust off the old Ab Roller I had to have on some exercise "effort" back in the '90s. I said we both could do a few ab crunches a day to get started and we'd see how it felt (on our back, neck and of course, stomach) then do a few more. He thought that was cool.
We both survived Day One.
Sunday. Day Two. It's mid-afternoon and Carter plops on the couch with a fresh package of Swiss Cake Rolls and says, "Mom, when are we doing our ab exercises again?"
I just burst out laughing and couldn't stop. He's so my little man in the mirror. He's so the son of Robyn, who will bike around the lake for exercise but stop halfway at the ice cream stand... who will run 2 miles so she can eat her piece of carrot cake. Oh this poor, misguided child!
Monday. Day Three. We finally got it right. Carter drank water instead of soda and we did our reps (repetitions) together.
Tuesday. Day Four. Thinking we had a routine down now. I said last night, "OK, Carter, I'll meet you down in the basement." I go down there, do my crunches and then go in the laundry room to iron. I heard Carter come down and assumed he was doing his reps, but when I went back out there, he was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of ice cream! I point to the Ab Roller and he says, "Oh! That's why you wanted me to come down?"
Yikes. We've got some work to do.
This might take a little bit of commitment and maybe even some creative thinking. But if anyone can find a way to have their cake and eat it, too, it's Carter and his mom!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Dry Spell
There was thunder and rain in all parts of Wisconsin it seemed. But just a sprinkle or two in Rapids. We need a good soaking! I don't golf until Saturday so I really wouldn't mind if we had steady rains until then. But that's just me.
Of course, I should probably wish for dry mornings so I can get out and do a run or walk or something. Ha, ha, ha. That's a good one.
Honestly, I did get up by 5:15 this morning and did some "interval training." That's what I call it when I have been too lazy and now must start my running regime at ground zero. I walk for a song. Run for one. Walk for one. And so on. Until I can build up some stamina.
A few of my girlfriends have mentioned signing up for at least a 5K this fall. So if I have delusions, I mean illusions, of joining them, I've got to at least get a 1K down. Ugh.
So I guess here's hoping for rain overnight until about 5 a.m or so.
One good thing about the rain holding off so far is that Carter was able to complete his last day of golf lessons. Today was considered their "fun day." They had contests like hitting a marshmallow off a tee, putting, etc., to win tickets for raffles. Carter got tickets but did not win. "At least three times I was only one number off!" he said.
Story of our lives.
Tonight we had nothing going on, which was nice. I shouldn't spend it on the computer but...
I learned today of a new Web site with Norwegian records from the late 1800s so I am hunting around on that. Pulled out one of my genealogy charts and am hoping for a match. Just like our brown grass, I've had quite the dry spell. My great-great-grandfather is one of my dead ends (no pun intended). I have his birth date and know he was born in Bergen, Norway, so maybe this site will open up some new doors for me. Keep your fingers crossed.
Rain or a record. I'll take either or both.
Of course, I should probably wish for dry mornings so I can get out and do a run or walk or something. Ha, ha, ha. That's a good one.
Honestly, I did get up by 5:15 this morning and did some "interval training." That's what I call it when I have been too lazy and now must start my running regime at ground zero. I walk for a song. Run for one. Walk for one. And so on. Until I can build up some stamina.
A few of my girlfriends have mentioned signing up for at least a 5K this fall. So if I have delusions, I mean illusions, of joining them, I've got to at least get a 1K down. Ugh.
So I guess here's hoping for rain overnight until about 5 a.m or so.
One good thing about the rain holding off so far is that Carter was able to complete his last day of golf lessons. Today was considered their "fun day." They had contests like hitting a marshmallow off a tee, putting, etc., to win tickets for raffles. Carter got tickets but did not win. "At least three times I was only one number off!" he said.
Story of our lives.
Tonight we had nothing going on, which was nice. I shouldn't spend it on the computer but...
I learned today of a new Web site with Norwegian records from the late 1800s so I am hunting around on that. Pulled out one of my genealogy charts and am hoping for a match. Just like our brown grass, I've had quite the dry spell. My great-great-grandfather is one of my dead ends (no pun intended). I have his birth date and know he was born in Bergen, Norway, so maybe this site will open up some new doors for me. Keep your fingers crossed.
Rain or a record. I'll take either or both.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Giant Leaps for Mankind
One of Carter's last assignments for Social Studies this year was listing the top 10 major news events in U.S. history. Not as easy as it sounds.
In the mind of my fifth-grader anyway, wars ranked right up there along with the recent presidential election. He may not grasp the importance the creation of the assembly line or the discovery of penicillin, for example, have played in our lives.
And what about man landing on the moon?
It was 40 years ago today that Neil Armstrong first set foot on the dusty lunar surface, announcing it was a small step for a man but "a giant leap for mankind."
I was only a year old so I don't remember that any more than Carter (at age 3) recalls 9/11. But it is kind of special to say this event or that event happened in our lifetimes.
I may not recall the moon landing, but I do have vague recollections of the deaths of Elvis and Colonel Sanders (I know, weird), and clear memories of Ronald Reagan's shooting, the 1980 Olympics and the "Miracle on Ice," Mary Lou Retton 4 years later, the day the Space Shuttle Challenger blew up, both wars in Iraq and Sept. 11, 2001.
I'm not old enough to recall the Nixon scandal. I wasn't here for JFK's last day. That's why we count on the generation before us to tell us how it was to be there or see it or hear about it or experience history in their own way.
Just as my parents have shared stories with me, I've shared them with Carter and Carter will someday tell his kids those important events in history which, for him, will probably include his inside-the-park homerun in the summer of 2007. There was a whole lotta leaping for mankind (mostly joy) that day!
Gotta love history.
In the mind of my fifth-grader anyway, wars ranked right up there along with the recent presidential election. He may not grasp the importance the creation of the assembly line or the discovery of penicillin, for example, have played in our lives.
And what about man landing on the moon?
It was 40 years ago today that Neil Armstrong first set foot on the dusty lunar surface, announcing it was a small step for a man but "a giant leap for mankind."
I was only a year old so I don't remember that any more than Carter (at age 3) recalls 9/11. But it is kind of special to say this event or that event happened in our lifetimes.
I may not recall the moon landing, but I do have vague recollections of the deaths of Elvis and Colonel Sanders (I know, weird), and clear memories of Ronald Reagan's shooting, the 1980 Olympics and the "Miracle on Ice," Mary Lou Retton 4 years later, the day the Space Shuttle Challenger blew up, both wars in Iraq and Sept. 11, 2001.
I'm not old enough to recall the Nixon scandal. I wasn't here for JFK's last day. That's why we count on the generation before us to tell us how it was to be there or see it or hear about it or experience history in their own way.
Just as my parents have shared stories with me, I've shared them with Carter and Carter will someday tell his kids those important events in history which, for him, will probably include his inside-the-park homerun in the summer of 2007. There was a whole lotta leaping for mankind (mostly joy) that day!
Gotta love history.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Quit While You're Ahead
Despite record-low temps overnight (45 degrees), it warmed up nicely so I was actually anxious to go for a walk in the sunshine this afternoon.
As I was heading out, Carter was shooting hoops in the driveway. I noticed Daddy had raised the hoop to regulation height (10 feet, I think). I said to Carter, "Wow, that looks high. Let's see if I can make a shot."
So I grab the ball and from about a free-throw distance, toss it up and swish! Nothing but net!
Carter exclaims, "Ohmigosh, Mom! I can't believe it! It's like magic. Here you haven't shot a basketball in 30 years and you make your first shot! Oh my gosh."
I don't know why he was thinking that it had been that long. I guess he really thinks I'm old and I've done nothing since I was his age. So I grab the ball and say, "Let me see if I can do it again." Aaaiiiiirrrrr Baaaallll! Not even close. I should have quit while I was ahead.
In retrospect, I bet to a person, we all wish we would have quit something while we were ahead. Maybe we should have cashed out at the casino sooner instead of whittling our winnings down to nothing-plus. Maybe we should have shut our mouths before we said too much and either hurt someone's feelings or dug ourselves in a bigger hole.
I bet Tom Watson wishes he could have quit the Bristish Open after the third round and taken the Claret Jug home rather than fall apart in a playoff for the championship after the fourth round. To his credit, that would have been against the rules so he wisely played again today (just not as well as I had hoped).
When do we wisely quit while we're ahead? I think I am getting better at it when it comes to my back anyway. How many times did I have to injure it before I finally say "No, I shouldn't lift that," "Nope, don't need to try waterskiing, I'll just watch," "Naw, I'll pass on wrenching my back by golfing." Well, I haven't totally wisened up.
I guess we can't always quit while we're ahead. Otherwise all we'd have is success stories. No could have beens or should have beens. No close calls. No reason to try again. No more lessons to learn. The hard way.
What fun would that be?
Give me that basketball. Let me try a 3-pointer!
As I was heading out, Carter was shooting hoops in the driveway. I noticed Daddy had raised the hoop to regulation height (10 feet, I think). I said to Carter, "Wow, that looks high. Let's see if I can make a shot."
So I grab the ball and from about a free-throw distance, toss it up and swish! Nothing but net!
Carter exclaims, "Ohmigosh, Mom! I can't believe it! It's like magic. Here you haven't shot a basketball in 30 years and you make your first shot! Oh my gosh."
I don't know why he was thinking that it had been that long. I guess he really thinks I'm old and I've done nothing since I was his age. So I grab the ball and say, "Let me see if I can do it again." Aaaiiiiirrrrr Baaaallll! Not even close. I should have quit while I was ahead.
In retrospect, I bet to a person, we all wish we would have quit something while we were ahead. Maybe we should have cashed out at the casino sooner instead of whittling our winnings down to nothing-plus. Maybe we should have shut our mouths before we said too much and either hurt someone's feelings or dug ourselves in a bigger hole.
I bet Tom Watson wishes he could have quit the Bristish Open after the third round and taken the Claret Jug home rather than fall apart in a playoff for the championship after the fourth round. To his credit, that would have been against the rules so he wisely played again today (just not as well as I had hoped).
When do we wisely quit while we're ahead? I think I am getting better at it when it comes to my back anyway. How many times did I have to injure it before I finally say "No, I shouldn't lift that," "Nope, don't need to try waterskiing, I'll just watch," "Naw, I'll pass on wrenching my back by golfing." Well, I haven't totally wisened up.
I guess we can't always quit while we're ahead. Otherwise all we'd have is success stories. No could have beens or should have beens. No close calls. No reason to try again. No more lessons to learn. The hard way.
What fun would that be?
Give me that basketball. Let me try a 3-pointer!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Silver Linings
It was another chilly, dreary day here in central Wisconsin. Wasn't sure when those clouds were going to burst into showers so a person never knew when it was "safe" to be outside. But I still made the best of it.
Since it is the state waterski championship at Lake Wazeecha (nearby), residents often take advantage of the extra "traffic" and hold garage sales. So Carter and I took advantage, too, and went garage sale-ing this morning.
I really didn't find too many books this spring, so I was on a mission to stock up on more before the winter. And yes, winter is on the mind when it feels like fall out! Luckily Carter and I sure picked the right sales today. Stopped at 3 and in total only spent 3 bucks! And came home with 2 books for him and 13 for me. Now that's bargain shopping!
After we got home, I took a walk to warm up and then watched some of the British Open. It is inspiring to see someone like Tom Watson leading. We're pulling for him to win this tomorrow. How great for a 59-year-old to show these young pups you're never too old to play. Maybe I still have a chance at greatness -- or mediocrity (that's fine, too!).
After the 3rd round concluded, we headed over to our neighbors' around the bend to their son Joe's graduation party. Nice time there. Good thing they got a tent, too, because the clouds finally burst open and gave us some much-needed rain. Still could use more, though.
This evening we went to an event called Fish Fest. There was no fish there -- just named after a family named Fisher who lost their mother to cancer. Now it is a fund-raising event for both the local cancer center and domestic abuse shelter. Basically it's music with food and some games. All proceeds go to those two causes.
Carter did the dunk tank and hit the bull's eye his first time up. The guy was not happy to plunge into the cold water, I tell you that! Carter waited a bit and played again. This time he got the guy on his third throw. Where was all this accuracy during baseball? Maybe there's hope for his pitching arm yet!
Saw some friends there -- including my girlfriend Molly (and boys), our friends Bob & Sandy and our next-door neighbors Mick and Niki (and girls). We stayed until we got too cold and a bit wet from the rain.
I figured I better blog while my mattress pad is heating up. Definitely no alarm tomorrow! But I'm hoping maybe the sun will finally shine and we'll wake up to that. If not, I'll be happy to find more silver linings on a cloudy day. In fact, the last I heard, the latest forecast calls for mostly sunny with a 90% chance of watching golf!
Since it is the state waterski championship at Lake Wazeecha (nearby), residents often take advantage of the extra "traffic" and hold garage sales. So Carter and I took advantage, too, and went garage sale-ing this morning.
I really didn't find too many books this spring, so I was on a mission to stock up on more before the winter. And yes, winter is on the mind when it feels like fall out! Luckily Carter and I sure picked the right sales today. Stopped at 3 and in total only spent 3 bucks! And came home with 2 books for him and 13 for me. Now that's bargain shopping!
After we got home, I took a walk to warm up and then watched some of the British Open. It is inspiring to see someone like Tom Watson leading. We're pulling for him to win this tomorrow. How great for a 59-year-old to show these young pups you're never too old to play. Maybe I still have a chance at greatness -- or mediocrity (that's fine, too!).
After the 3rd round concluded, we headed over to our neighbors' around the bend to their son Joe's graduation party. Nice time there. Good thing they got a tent, too, because the clouds finally burst open and gave us some much-needed rain. Still could use more, though.
This evening we went to an event called Fish Fest. There was no fish there -- just named after a family named Fisher who lost their mother to cancer. Now it is a fund-raising event for both the local cancer center and domestic abuse shelter. Basically it's music with food and some games. All proceeds go to those two causes.
Carter did the dunk tank and hit the bull's eye his first time up. The guy was not happy to plunge into the cold water, I tell you that! Carter waited a bit and played again. This time he got the guy on his third throw. Where was all this accuracy during baseball? Maybe there's hope for his pitching arm yet!
Saw some friends there -- including my girlfriend Molly (and boys), our friends Bob & Sandy and our next-door neighbors Mick and Niki (and girls). We stayed until we got too cold and a bit wet from the rain.
I figured I better blog while my mattress pad is heating up. Definitely no alarm tomorrow! But I'm hoping maybe the sun will finally shine and we'll wake up to that. If not, I'll be happy to find more silver linings on a cloudy day. In fact, the last I heard, the latest forecast calls for mostly sunny with a 90% chance of watching golf!
Friday, July 17, 2009
A Cold Day in...
After a long weekend of work last weekend at the car show, I opted to not set my alarm today and not put in a full day of work work. I still was up and at the computer by 8 a.m. -- but oh, did I get a good, solid night's sleep. Awesome!
Thankfully, I shut most of the windows last night. It got down in the 40s and barely touched 60 today. Not right!
You know how they say it'll be a cold day in Hell when "fill in blanks with something unusual" happens. Well a cold day in Wisconsin can work just as well. In other words, I knew it would be a cold day in Hell when my Oh My God Room got clean. But it took a cold day in Wisconsin to get me started on it.
My Oh My God Room (a.k.a Computer Room, Office, etc.) got that name because it must remain behind closed doors. It is the dumping grounds when I have to clean off the counter quick for company. It is the holding cell for bills that have been paid but wait to be filed. It's just a lot of stuff that makes you say "Oh my god. How did it get this way?!"
Well it didn't happen overnight so it sure as heck is not going to get cleaned and/or organized in one cold day. That's for sure. But I made some progress. Shredded some stuff, recycled some, tossed some and found homes for some. Then there's more than some that I just don't know what to do with yet.
Probably a good thing tomorrow will be chilly, too. Though when I talk about chillin' out, I definitely don't have housekeeping on the mind!
On a side note, it was cool and windy enough I felt like I was at the British Open today, not just watching it on TV. But it was not too cold (never is) for ice cream. Carter made us each a root beer float tonight. Yummy!
I can guarantee you it would have to be a cold day in H-E-double hockey sticks before I turn down ice cream!
Thankfully, I shut most of the windows last night. It got down in the 40s and barely touched 60 today. Not right!
You know how they say it'll be a cold day in Hell when "fill in blanks with something unusual" happens. Well a cold day in Wisconsin can work just as well. In other words, I knew it would be a cold day in Hell when my Oh My God Room got clean. But it took a cold day in Wisconsin to get me started on it.
My Oh My God Room (a.k.a Computer Room, Office, etc.) got that name because it must remain behind closed doors. It is the dumping grounds when I have to clean off the counter quick for company. It is the holding cell for bills that have been paid but wait to be filed. It's just a lot of stuff that makes you say "Oh my god. How did it get this way?!"
Well it didn't happen overnight so it sure as heck is not going to get cleaned and/or organized in one cold day. That's for sure. But I made some progress. Shredded some stuff, recycled some, tossed some and found homes for some. Then there's more than some that I just don't know what to do with yet.
Probably a good thing tomorrow will be chilly, too. Though when I talk about chillin' out, I definitely don't have housekeeping on the mind!
On a side note, it was cool and windy enough I felt like I was at the British Open today, not just watching it on TV. But it was not too cold (never is) for ice cream. Carter made us each a root beer float tonight. Yummy!
I can guarantee you it would have to be a cold day in H-E-double hockey sticks before I turn down ice cream!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
How Charming
I've talked my way out of (and sometimes into) my share of things in my lifetime, but nothing holds a candle to the Austin charm.
If you've met Jim's dad or his uncles, you'd know what I'm talking about. If you've met Carter, you know it hasn't skipped a generation either.
Case in point:
Today while I was at the fitness center to work out (whoa, I'll give you a moment to absorb that), I stopped to see Carter at Kidz Camp (also housed there) to see how swimming lessons went. He passed!
Then he said, “There’s my teacher if you need to ask her anything.” So I ask Miss Mallory, “Everything go OK? Or is there something Carter needs to work on?”
She says, “Well, Carter says he needs to work on his jokes.”
Typical Austin charmer, eh?!
Makes me wonder how often our little Mr. Entertainer is charming his way through other things. Can he really swim? Is he really that smart in math or did the teacher just like him?
I guess I don't care ... as long as he charms his way into a high-paying job someday so he can support his parents :)
If you've met Jim's dad or his uncles, you'd know what I'm talking about. If you've met Carter, you know it hasn't skipped a generation either.
Case in point:
Today while I was at the fitness center to work out (whoa, I'll give you a moment to absorb that), I stopped to see Carter at Kidz Camp (also housed there) to see how swimming lessons went. He passed!
Then he said, “There’s my teacher if you need to ask her anything.” So I ask Miss Mallory, “Everything go OK? Or is there something Carter needs to work on?”
She says, “Well, Carter says he needs to work on his jokes.”
Typical Austin charmer, eh?!
Makes me wonder how often our little Mr. Entertainer is charming his way through other things. Can he really swim? Is he really that smart in math or did the teacher just like him?
I guess I don't care ... as long as he charms his way into a high-paying job someday so he can support his parents :)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Parental Guidance
Our typical morning commute consists of little or no talking. Hubby listens to his radio show and I typically am reading, emailing or blogging. In the summer, Carter sits quietly in the backseat playing his Nintendo DS or, on rare occasions, reading.
We pretty much keep to ourselves, just easing into the day.
Thankfully Jim is the most awake (Good thing since he's the driver!) -- usually having a few laugh-out-loud moments over the Bob and Tom Show. Now the humor on that show is quite often adult-oriented. I pretty much tune it out when my mind is otherwise occupied. However, I forget we now have this impressionable young mind in the back seat.
For one fleeting moment I remembered today. Some comedian was about to share some story about Santa so I tell Jim to turn down the volume and motion to the backseat to indicate "we don't want him to learn the truth about Santa from the radio." So we wait it out for what we presume to be long enough for a story, then turn the volume back up. We timed it right and nothing was revealed to unsuspecting ears.
Whew. Dodged that bullet.
Then it hits me -- a thought, not a bullet. Why are we protecting the 11-year-old from a big fairy-tale reveal but not shielding him from the PG-13 comedy?
I guess Mommy needed a wake-up call!
I can't guarantee I'll be any more alert and coherent in the mornings, but at least enough to be mindful of our pipsqueak passenger!
We pretty much keep to ourselves, just easing into the day.
Thankfully Jim is the most awake (Good thing since he's the driver!) -- usually having a few laugh-out-loud moments over the Bob and Tom Show. Now the humor on that show is quite often adult-oriented. I pretty much tune it out when my mind is otherwise occupied. However, I forget we now have this impressionable young mind in the back seat.
For one fleeting moment I remembered today. Some comedian was about to share some story about Santa so I tell Jim to turn down the volume and motion to the backseat to indicate "we don't want him to learn the truth about Santa from the radio." So we wait it out for what we presume to be long enough for a story, then turn the volume back up. We timed it right and nothing was revealed to unsuspecting ears.
Whew. Dodged that bullet.
Then it hits me -- a thought, not a bullet. Why are we protecting the 11-year-old from a big fairy-tale reveal but not shielding him from the PG-13 comedy?
I guess Mommy needed a wake-up call!
I can't guarantee I'll be any more alert and coherent in the mornings, but at least enough to be mindful of our pipsqueak passenger!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Say "Cheese!"
Living in the Dairy State, we do our best to support the endeavors of farmers and such so some big ol' state like California doesn't steal our title of "America's Dairyland."
So we drink our milk daily, lick our ice cream cones as often as we can and eat cheese in every form imaginable (string to curds) -- which could explain our leading consumption of high-fiber cereal around here, too.
Deep-fried cheese curds rank right up there, but I certainly wouldn't turn my nose up at a good cheesy pizza!
Tonight after work, we had to make a run up to Wausau. Since we were in the neighborhood (generally speaking), we stopped at Papillon's for pizza. If they don't have the crown for cheesiest pizza in the state, they should. In fact, they take their cheese so seriously, they do not allow customers to order extra cheese!
When our very large order of cheese bread arrived as our appetizer, it looked like it could feed all 3 of us with no room for pizza. Hubby speculates they have a gargantuan block of mozzarella cheese and they just slice off a half inch and melt it across the top of the garlic bread.
I wouldn't doubt it. The pizza -- sausage (with mushrooms on one half for the guys) -- was much the same. I was pretty much full after two little squares!
Yikes. All in the name of supporting our state. Based on the two boxes of leftovers, it looks like we'll be continuing our civic duty the next few days, too!
Then it's on to my tasteless cardboard nuggets for breakfast, lunch, dinner...
Just until I can say "Cheese" again!
So we drink our milk daily, lick our ice cream cones as often as we can and eat cheese in every form imaginable (string to curds) -- which could explain our leading consumption of high-fiber cereal around here, too.
Deep-fried cheese curds rank right up there, but I certainly wouldn't turn my nose up at a good cheesy pizza!
Tonight after work, we had to make a run up to Wausau. Since we were in the neighborhood (generally speaking), we stopped at Papillon's for pizza. If they don't have the crown for cheesiest pizza in the state, they should. In fact, they take their cheese so seriously, they do not allow customers to order extra cheese!
When our very large order of cheese bread arrived as our appetizer, it looked like it could feed all 3 of us with no room for pizza. Hubby speculates they have a gargantuan block of mozzarella cheese and they just slice off a half inch and melt it across the top of the garlic bread.
I wouldn't doubt it. The pizza -- sausage (with mushrooms on one half for the guys) -- was much the same. I was pretty much full after two little squares!
Yikes. All in the name of supporting our state. Based on the two boxes of leftovers, it looks like we'll be continuing our civic duty the next few days, too!
Then it's on to my tasteless cardboard nuggets for breakfast, lunch, dinner...
Just until I can say "Cheese" again!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Back in the Swing
I had to groan when that alarm went off today. Really? Another day I have to get up? Thanks to the car show, I got no reprieve from the alarm this weekend. On the plus side, though, I could just throw a hat on my head and did not need any post-shower primping time. Until today.
But that's a typical Monday, right? They always take that extra effort to get back in the swing of things!
After wrapping up some show business (cleaning out trailer) this morning, it was good to get back to my desk and back to "normal" work. Just a run of the mill kind of circus compared to the car show.
My intention after my deep-fried weekend was that I'd start (today) taking my hour lunch break to work out at the fitness center. Naturally, as energized as I was to start my day, I already failed in that pledge.
I kind of have a good excuse (don't I always?). We had a retirement potluck for one of the guys in hubby's department. So I ate good, non-fried food for a change but, of course, had a piece of retirement cake for dessert.
I did get away from my desk twice today to do a few laps around the building. I know I won't get time to do anything tonight. Yup. More excuses...
After work I have to run into town to return some movies and get some groceries. Then it's on the couch (or chair) to watch my buddy Joe Mauer in the Homerun Derby. Let's hope he's back in the swing of things, too!
But that's a typical Monday, right? They always take that extra effort to get back in the swing of things!
After wrapping up some show business (cleaning out trailer) this morning, it was good to get back to my desk and back to "normal" work. Just a run of the mill kind of circus compared to the car show.
My intention after my deep-fried weekend was that I'd start (today) taking my hour lunch break to work out at the fitness center. Naturally, as energized as I was to start my day, I already failed in that pledge.
I kind of have a good excuse (don't I always?). We had a retirement potluck for one of the guys in hubby's department. So I ate good, non-fried food for a change but, of course, had a piece of retirement cake for dessert.
I did get away from my desk twice today to do a few laps around the building. I know I won't get time to do anything tonight. Yup. More excuses...
After work I have to run into town to return some movies and get some groceries. Then it's on the couch (or chair) to watch my buddy Joe Mauer in the Homerun Derby. Let's hope he's back in the swing of things, too!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Take Your Son to Work Day
Since I still didn't get the memo they've outlawed child slavery, I pulled Carter out of bed at the crack of dawn and dragged him to the car show with me.
Not really. You know my son. He was so excited to go to "work," he got up early and even jumped in the shower without me having to tell him. He was ready to hit the road!
I wasn't really going to put him to work. It was just easier to take him with so hubby could head straight over to the Green Bay area to golf today with some friends. Like I said the other day, Carter had so much fun "organizing" our vending trailer, he was looking forward to returning AND seeing all the cool cars.
I ended up having him man our giveaway table. He quickly learned the spiel and took over. It was right up his alley.
Not really. You know my son. He was so excited to go to "work," he got up early and even jumped in the shower without me having to tell him. He was ready to hit the road!
I wasn't really going to put him to work. It was just easier to take him with so hubby could head straight over to the Green Bay area to golf today with some friends. Like I said the other day, Carter had so much fun "organizing" our vending trailer, he was looking forward to returning AND seeing all the cool cars.
I ended up having him man our giveaway table. He quickly learned the spiel and took over. It was right up his alley.
You'll notice how orderly he arranged the entry pads and pencils. Later he arranged the pencils to spell the word W-I-N. He also made a sign so people would know when the drawing will be held (It said: Drawings Aug. 31st or Sept. 1st) and that was taped to the entry barrel. Next year I'll know to have him work all of Saturday when it's tough to find grown-up volunteers to work it.
And don't worry. He was paid well. He got pancakes for breakfast, funnel cake for midmorning snack and ice cream for lunch. This is why we're both detoxing tomorrow.
We did get out of there by noon (nice short day) so that was nice. Since the skies looked threatening, we decided to pick up a few movies on the way home -- Hotel for Dogs and Escape to Witch Mountain (the original one from when I was Carter's age).
I tell ya, it sure was nice to put my feet up and recline for the afternoon. It was nice to chill out with my baby. And nice not to wonder who (or what) is going to pop into my camera's viewfinder next! Until next year...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Hey, there's cars here, too!
I was feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment today that the freak show was way toned down. I guess Saturday is the "family" day at the car show. I didn't shoot my first picture until 2 o'clock! Then I decided I better get some car shots, too, since this is a car show after all!
They had the red carpet rolled out (literally) for the real stars of Johnny Depp's new Public Enemies movie. Since most of the movie was shot in Wisconsin, this car and dozens of others owned by Wisconsin collectors, were used. Most of them were black. I told the owner of this one that I'd remember it when I see the movie since it's red!Speaking of star power... So I was joking about the whole Erik Estrada thing, but I still got my aging '70s TV star fix today...
Doesn't Greg Evigan from BJ & the Bear look like he's saying, "Come here, Robyn. I've heard about you from Ponch and Fonzie"?Onto other interesting sights...
New weight-lifting plan? Doesn't look as fun as my Zumba class!
Cesspool cleaning over lunch hour... Hmmm, a good reminder of the importance of a college education.Warning: This one is PG-13...
I know. Obviously single -- because I don't know many wives who'd let him out of the house (or back in) after wearing that!Gotta love the car show!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Side Show
OK, you asked for it (well not really). Here a few snapshots from the "side show" at the car show. Pardon me in advance if I offend you.
First, the photo you've all been waiting for...
I can't say I got the fashion memo that guys could wear capris. I suppose if they're camo and tie on the side, that's OK.
Hot and humid. Off come the shirts...
Or add extra layers to dress your part. He must have been dying in that today!
First, the photo you've all been waiting for...
I was serious about those eyebrows! Look at them flutter in the wind! Yikes.
Off-road shopping anyone?
I can't say I got the fashion memo that guys could wear capris. I suppose if they're camo and tie on the side, that's OK.Hot and humid. Off come the shirts...
Or add extra layers to dress your part. He must have been dying in that today!
Not all guys have "trucker hats." The safari look is big this year.
So is the "I don't want to be a redneck" (as in sunburned red) homemade sunscreen look!
Eat your heart out, Rogaine. You can buy a visor now with spiked hair built right in. I swear. A redneck toupée?
I guess if you're that worried about losing your hair, borrow some from this guy's face...
I knew you wanted one more look!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Woodworking
I'm not sure how that phrase "coming out of the woodwork" originated, but I wonder if it has any direct ties to words like Back Woods or Jack Pine Savage. Just wondering...
Today was the first day of the Iola Old Car Show. Since I work in the automotive publishing division housed in that same village, I am working the show, set up in a little "decorated" trailer, promoting my new project and our trusted old ones as well.
Since today was mainly a day for swap-meet vendors and the like to mill around the grounds, it is considered our slow day. In other words, prime time for people watching. And trust me, everyone was coming out of the woodwork...
Now to set the record straight. I know I am nowhere near perfect. I have physical, emotional and mental issues aplenty. So I have no right to judge people. And I try my best not to judge them based on their income (or lack of it), their physical fitness (or lack of it), or their dental plan (or lack of it).
I try. But don't always succeed. It just becomes interesting.
As the temperature rises, apparently so does the self-confidence meter. And people who shouldn't be shedding clothes, are. There are those, too, who haven't found a comb -- for the top of their head or their shaggy beard. I had one interesting fellow who actually had an eyebrow comb-over. Seriously. When the wind blew, those eyebrows were sticking straight out at least 2 inches (I have a witness).
But not to be judgmental (shame on me), I will say that I can't label all car-show attendees as such. The people I meet are mostly kind old gentleman wearing sunglasses or glasses, a trucker's cap and a car cruise T-shirt, all looking so much alike they start to blend into the same person after awhile. I find myself thinking, "Haven't I helped you already today?" And that was only the first day.
I am looking forward to 3 more days of observing what or who is coming out of the woods next. Who knows? Maybe Eric Estrada will show up on his CHiPs bike! Like I said, you never know...
Today was the first day of the Iola Old Car Show. Since I work in the automotive publishing division housed in that same village, I am working the show, set up in a little "decorated" trailer, promoting my new project and our trusted old ones as well.
Since today was mainly a day for swap-meet vendors and the like to mill around the grounds, it is considered our slow day. In other words, prime time for people watching. And trust me, everyone was coming out of the woodwork...
Now to set the record straight. I know I am nowhere near perfect. I have physical, emotional and mental issues aplenty. So I have no right to judge people. And I try my best not to judge them based on their income (or lack of it), their physical fitness (or lack of it), or their dental plan (or lack of it).
I try. But don't always succeed. It just becomes interesting.
As the temperature rises, apparently so does the self-confidence meter. And people who shouldn't be shedding clothes, are. There are those, too, who haven't found a comb -- for the top of their head or their shaggy beard. I had one interesting fellow who actually had an eyebrow comb-over. Seriously. When the wind blew, those eyebrows were sticking straight out at least 2 inches (I have a witness).
But not to be judgmental (shame on me), I will say that I can't label all car-show attendees as such. The people I meet are mostly kind old gentleman wearing sunglasses or glasses, a trucker's cap and a car cruise T-shirt, all looking so much alike they start to blend into the same person after awhile. I find myself thinking, "Haven't I helped you already today?" And that was only the first day.
I am looking forward to 3 more days of observing what or who is coming out of the woods next. Who knows? Maybe Eric Estrada will show up on his CHiPs bike! Like I said, you never know...
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Will Work for Food
We set aside all concerns over child labor laws today and put our kids to work setting up for the car show. Hey, in this economy, you gotta take advantage of anyone who will work for food. Or in this case, ice cream.
Since Carter had swimming lessons, I couldn't get him from Kidz Camp until almost noon. So he got out of some of the heavy lifting (which he was fine with) and some spray painting (which he was bummed about). So he spent most of the afternoon hanging signs and loading stuff into the little vending trailer that will become my home away from home the next 4 days.
He actually was having so much fun I think he's envious he can't sit there with me for the show! In fact, he asked me right before bedtime tonight if I was going to pick him up early again from Kidz Camp tomorrow to "work" again. He was disappointed when I said no. (All this and I haven't even "paid" him for the first day.)
Speaking of good deals...
We went to the Legion baseball game in Rapids. It was Buck Nite so Carter and I enjoyed a economical dinner of brats and popcorn and Daddy got a few cheap beers for dessert. Sat with some friends and had a few laughs. Witnessed a near comeback but the Rangers lost 7-5.
Not bad for a cheap date!
Since Carter had swimming lessons, I couldn't get him from Kidz Camp until almost noon. So he got out of some of the heavy lifting (which he was fine with) and some spray painting (which he was bummed about). So he spent most of the afternoon hanging signs and loading stuff into the little vending trailer that will become my home away from home the next 4 days.
He actually was having so much fun I think he's envious he can't sit there with me for the show! In fact, he asked me right before bedtime tonight if I was going to pick him up early again from Kidz Camp tomorrow to "work" again. He was disappointed when I said no. (All this and I haven't even "paid" him for the first day.)
Speaking of good deals...
We went to the Legion baseball game in Rapids. It was Buck Nite so Carter and I enjoyed a economical dinner of brats and popcorn and Daddy got a few cheap beers for dessert. Sat with some friends and had a few laughs. Witnessed a near comeback but the Rangers lost 7-5.
Not bad for a cheap date!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Catching Up
Now that we are free with our time (yeah, right), I'm trying to catch up on getting life back into its organized (or perhaps disorganized) routine.
I still owed Carter some bonding time so the two of us went on a movie date last night. We saw Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs. It was billed as a "digital 3-D movie" but that was only in select theaters ... not ours in Wisconsin Rapids. It was still a good movie. Funny like the first two but I'm thinking I still liked them better. Oh well, I'm not going to complain about a night out with my brown-eyed bandit -- and popcorn for supper!
Tonight after work, I promised hubby I'd get the kitchen counter cleared of clutter and good stuff like birthday presents. It was one of those catching-up kind of evenings. Got that stuff put away... Priced a few books I read recently for my neighbor's upcoming garage sale... Finally super-glued that clock that fell off the wall during Casey's graduation party... Started looking through the parent orientation handbook for UW-Eau Claire... That got me distracted thinking about college friends so I went onto Facebook... Thought as long as I'm on the computer I might as well blog...
Is it any wonder I never get nothing done?!
I think I need a whole catching-up week! At some point I need to collect my thoughts, too, and start writing something meaningful here so you keep coming back! All in good time...
This week is a busy one at work, too. The big Iola Car Show is happening this weekend. It happens right on our work grounds so there's no way to avoid it. I'm actually going to be working it start to finish Thursday through Sunday. Then, I promise, my calendar is clear!
Until the next thing...
I still owed Carter some bonding time so the two of us went on a movie date last night. We saw Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs. It was billed as a "digital 3-D movie" but that was only in select theaters ... not ours in Wisconsin Rapids. It was still a good movie. Funny like the first two but I'm thinking I still liked them better. Oh well, I'm not going to complain about a night out with my brown-eyed bandit -- and popcorn for supper!
Tonight after work, I promised hubby I'd get the kitchen counter cleared of clutter and good stuff like birthday presents. It was one of those catching-up kind of evenings. Got that stuff put away... Priced a few books I read recently for my neighbor's upcoming garage sale... Finally super-glued that clock that fell off the wall during Casey's graduation party... Started looking through the parent orientation handbook for UW-Eau Claire... That got me distracted thinking about college friends so I went onto Facebook... Thought as long as I'm on the computer I might as well blog...
Is it any wonder I never get nothing done?!
I think I need a whole catching-up week! At some point I need to collect my thoughts, too, and start writing something meaningful here so you keep coming back! All in good time...
This week is a busy one at work, too. The big Iola Car Show is happening this weekend. It happens right on our work grounds so there's no way to avoid it. I'm actually going to be working it start to finish Thursday through Sunday. Then, I promise, my calendar is clear!
Until the next thing...
Monday, July 6, 2009
Summer Snapshots
Some Foto Fun from the past week or so...
Like father, like daughter...
Sylvester says: When I grow up, I want to be a couch potato!
In honor of Farrah's passing, Charlie's Angels reunited at my parents' anniversary party! From left, my sister Raylene, cousin Lonna and me. I know I'm "Sabrina" but I don't know which one of those two won the Jill battle!
In the category of my mother never throws anything out... My brother Ron shows off the swim trunks he wore as a 1-year-old who, at that time, would be shooting for an Olympic debut (in 1980) at age 19. Michael Phelps, eat your heart out!
Had to get one final family pic before Casey jets off to college this fall. You'll notice I have outgrown my mother in height, but I will never be close to catching Jim or the big boys. And Carter doesn't look too far behind!
Like father, like daughter...
Sylvester says: When I grow up, I want to be a couch potato!
In honor of Farrah's passing, Charlie's Angels reunited at my parents' anniversary party! From left, my sister Raylene, cousin Lonna and me. I know I'm "Sabrina" but I don't know which one of those two won the Jill battle!
In the category of my mother never throws anything out... My brother Ron shows off the swim trunks he wore as a 1-year-old who, at that time, would be shooting for an Olympic debut (in 1980) at age 19. Michael Phelps, eat your heart out!
Had to get one final family pic before Casey jets off to college this fall. You'll notice I have outgrown my mother in height, but I will never be close to catching Jim or the big boys. And Carter doesn't look too far behind!Sunday, July 5, 2009
Daily Planner
Today was the last day we had an "event" on our daily planner. It has been a very busy summer so far with graduation parties, baseball, family gatherings and the occasional round of golf. It's no wonder we all slept in today. That and we were up late watching another magnificent fireworks display in Wisconsin Rapids.
Carter was actually in bed until 10:40 a.m. I was already done with breakfast, my run/walk and a load of laundry by the time he got up. I guess he missed sleeping in his own bed!
The day went quickly. Jim's sister Sherry stopped by with gifts for our birthdays. (New Colin Reffner racing T-shirts. Awesome!) I had one run into town to get a few things for this week's lunches. I made a salad for our neighbor's graduation party today then did as little as possible until that started. In other words, I sat on the deck in the sunshine and buried myself in the book I bought with my birthday money.
OK, I'm not exactly like Carter. The money wasn't totally burning a hole in my pocket. I had decided ahead of time that if I didn't get the new Stephanie Plum book (the 15th in a series) for my birthday, I'd go out and buy it. I didn't get it so I bought it. Now I'm trying not to race through it because it will be forever before another comes out! I'd probably be done if we didn't have the graduation party (seriously).
We headed across the street around 5:30 or so. The graduate, Isaac, was actually Carter's first babysitter when we moved out into the "country." Oh these boys grow up so fast! Very good kid. He'll do well.
It's always good to hang out with the neighbors and talk stupid for awhile. We're all in agreement summer is going too fast. I still have one more weekend obligation. This week is the car show in Iola so I'll be working that all weekend. After that, though, my daily planner is clear for the most part. Then I can start summer.
I can start by getting my bike down -- it's still hanging up in the garage -- and working on that bikini body, which will have to be for next summer I guess. Oh well, at least I haven't held out this long for ice cream!
Carter was actually in bed until 10:40 a.m. I was already done with breakfast, my run/walk and a load of laundry by the time he got up. I guess he missed sleeping in his own bed!
The day went quickly. Jim's sister Sherry stopped by with gifts for our birthdays. (New Colin Reffner racing T-shirts. Awesome!) I had one run into town to get a few things for this week's lunches. I made a salad for our neighbor's graduation party today then did as little as possible until that started. In other words, I sat on the deck in the sunshine and buried myself in the book I bought with my birthday money.
OK, I'm not exactly like Carter. The money wasn't totally burning a hole in my pocket. I had decided ahead of time that if I didn't get the new Stephanie Plum book (the 15th in a series) for my birthday, I'd go out and buy it. I didn't get it so I bought it. Now I'm trying not to race through it because it will be forever before another comes out! I'd probably be done if we didn't have the graduation party (seriously).
We headed across the street around 5:30 or so. The graduate, Isaac, was actually Carter's first babysitter when we moved out into the "country." Oh these boys grow up so fast! Very good kid. He'll do well.
It's always good to hang out with the neighbors and talk stupid for awhile. We're all in agreement summer is going too fast. I still have one more weekend obligation. This week is the car show in Iola so I'll be working that all weekend. After that, though, my daily planner is clear for the most part. Then I can start summer.
I can start by getting my bike down -- it's still hanging up in the garage -- and working on that bikini body, which will have to be for next summer I guess. Oh well, at least I haven't held out this long for ice cream!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Freedom Files
I'm grateful for the sacrifices of our service men and women who fought (or are fighting) so we may have freedom. Freedom to do or say what we want. Freedom to come and go as we please... Until the wife tells you differently...
For the second time this week I dragged hubby, et. al., Up North for quality time with my family. This time, however, we extended our presence a bit so we didn't have to do 8 hours of drive time in one day.
On Thursday, we escaped work early, picked up the big boys (both of them!) and headed north with the thousands of Flatlanders (and plenty of Wisconsinites) looking for a piece of Northwoods Heaven this holiday weekend.
We checked into our hotel in Siren and headed down the street to have dinner with my sister Rayna and fresh out the hospital brother-in-law Paul. Good to see him! A few spoiling-minded aunts had taken Carter up to Duluth that day (Up North keeps getting Up Norther!) so we were only able to see him briefly that night. Just long enough to get some bear hugs in -- the good kind that don't make the news!
On Friday morning we checked out of the hotel and headed for the Siren National Golf Course. This golf outing was originally Paul's idea, but I suppose 2 new stents in the ticker is a reasonable excuse for backing out. We missed him but were fortunate my niece Caryn could join us.
Caryn and I golfed ahead of the Austin threesome led by Daddy the birthday boy. Tough course but we had a blast. One hole was so ridiculously challenging that Caryn and I just laughed about it as we marked our "snowmen" on the scorecard. Who cares about the score? We're on holiday!
After golf, we were on a bit of a tight schedule. Had to get Carter, check into our next hotel down in St. Croix, shower and get dressed for my parents' anniversary party -- and be there at 4:30ish (the -ish meaning we all better be there before Mom and Dad arrive in the limo at 5).
My parents were thrilled with their limo experience -- and their nice dinner (and cake!) with their best man, their siblings, their godchildren and, of course, their adorable children (see below) and grandchildren. We (us kids) decided we weren't going to do a program but we did play an anniversary song that they both like (it's tough not to cry when I see my dad crying). Both Dad and Mom said a few words, too, and I realized once again how blessed I am to be part of my family. My mom said it best: "I just love all my relatives!"
A band -- a very loud one -- played at the bar starting at 9:30. They were mostly 60s and 70s music but played something that my parents could dance to for an "anniversary dance" (see below). I split my time between visiting with my sisters, dancing and watching the Twins game on the large-screen TV (conveniently located on the dance floor).
I had fun learning to "Western dance" with my nephew Zach, who actually flipped me at one point (you probably heard the scream) and twirled me around so much I had trouble walking straight when we were done! I was OK to drive, though. We headed back to the hotel (between innings) and I stayed up watching the Twins play into the next day. Game concluded at 12:20 a.m. with a Twins' loss in the 16th inning. Bummer.
This morning we had our complimentary breakfast and hit the road shortly after 10. Despite a jam-packed vehicle, it was good to have my baby back from his Up North vacation. And good to be traveling as a complete family for a change.
Freedom is merely one of the many blessings I am counting today.
For the second time this week I dragged hubby, et. al., Up North for quality time with my family. This time, however, we extended our presence a bit so we didn't have to do 8 hours of drive time in one day.
On Thursday, we escaped work early, picked up the big boys (both of them!) and headed north with the thousands of Flatlanders (and plenty of Wisconsinites) looking for a piece of Northwoods Heaven this holiday weekend.
We checked into our hotel in Siren and headed down the street to have dinner with my sister Rayna and fresh out the hospital brother-in-law Paul. Good to see him! A few spoiling-minded aunts had taken Carter up to Duluth that day (Up North keeps getting Up Norther!) so we were only able to see him briefly that night. Just long enough to get some bear hugs in -- the good kind that don't make the news!
On Friday morning we checked out of the hotel and headed for the Siren National Golf Course. This golf outing was originally Paul's idea, but I suppose 2 new stents in the ticker is a reasonable excuse for backing out. We missed him but were fortunate my niece Caryn could join us.
Caryn and I golfed ahead of the Austin threesome led by Daddy the birthday boy. Tough course but we had a blast. One hole was so ridiculously challenging that Caryn and I just laughed about it as we marked our "snowmen" on the scorecard. Who cares about the score? We're on holiday!After golf, we were on a bit of a tight schedule. Had to get Carter, check into our next hotel down in St. Croix, shower and get dressed for my parents' anniversary party -- and be there at 4:30ish (the -ish meaning we all better be there before Mom and Dad arrive in the limo at 5).
My parents were thrilled with their limo experience -- and their nice dinner (and cake!) with their best man, their siblings, their godchildren and, of course, their adorable children (see below) and grandchildren. We (us kids) decided we weren't going to do a program but we did play an anniversary song that they both like (it's tough not to cry when I see my dad crying). Both Dad and Mom said a few words, too, and I realized once again how blessed I am to be part of my family. My mom said it best: "I just love all my relatives!"
A band -- a very loud one -- played at the bar starting at 9:30. They were mostly 60s and 70s music but played something that my parents could dance to for an "anniversary dance" (see below). I split my time between visiting with my sisters, dancing and watching the Twins game on the large-screen TV (conveniently located on the dance floor).
I had fun learning to "Western dance" with my nephew Zach, who actually flipped me at one point (you probably heard the scream) and twirled me around so much I had trouble walking straight when we were done! I was OK to drive, though. We headed back to the hotel (between innings) and I stayed up watching the Twins play into the next day. Game concluded at 12:20 a.m. with a Twins' loss in the 16th inning. Bummer.This morning we had our complimentary breakfast and hit the road shortly after 10. Despite a jam-packed vehicle, it was good to have my baby back from his Up North vacation. And good to be traveling as a complete family for a change.
Freedom is merely one of the many blessings I am counting today.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Diamond in the Rough
What Things Cost in 1949:
Car: $1,650
Gasoline: 26 cents/gal
House: $14,500
Bread: 14 cents/loaf
Milk: 84 cents/gal
Postage Stamp: 3 cents
Stock Market: 200
Average Annual Salary: $3,600
Minimum Wage: 40 cents per hour
Car: $1,650
Gasoline: 26 cents/gal
House: $14,500
Bread: 14 cents/loaf
Milk: 84 cents/gal
Postage Stamp: 3 cents
Stock Market: 200
Average Annual Salary: $3,600
Minimum Wage: 40 cents per hour
A couple important things (in my mind) happened back in 1949:
- Wilson Sporting Goods agrees May 29 to sponsor formation of a Ladies Professional Golf Association (LPGA); it will become an officially chartered organization next year.
- General Mills and Pillsbury introduce prepared cake mixes, initially in chocolate, gold, and white varieties. Angel food cake and dozens of other flavors will later be added.
- Sara Lee Cheese Cake is introduced by Chicago baker Charles Lubin, 44, whose refrigerated cream-cheese product will make his Kitchens of Sara Lee (named after his 9-year-old daughter) one of the world's largest bakeries.
I'm not going to go out on a limb and call it wedded bliss. After 6 decades of better and worse, and sickness and health, and richer and (more often) poorer, that's not the word that comes to mind. Like any marriage, theirs has had its share of ups and downs, happiness and sorrow. Throw in a kid or 2 (or 8!) and it gets really interesting! (I mean give them some credit. I don't even think I could live with myself for 60 years!)
That's why bliss sometimes morphs into words like contentment, routine and tolerance... But then when I see Dad hold Mom in his arms as they "Waltz Across Texas," it morphs back to bliss again.
I guess that's the beauty of marriage isn't it? Every day is a new adventure. A new chapter in our stories. A new opportunity to fall in love all over again and, with some hard work and dedication, live happily ever after.
Happy Anniversary to Mom, Dad and all of you couples who stick with it like frosting on cake (c'mon, I couldn't let a day go by without cake, could I?)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
What a Treat
I figured since we were on a cake binge these days, I'd take a cake to work for our wedding anniversary. Hey, any excuse for cake, right?
Well that's what happened -- but the reasons were a little different. I was actually just being efficient in the "must bring treats to work for birthday" department. I figure bringing something in would cover my birthday and hubby's (coming up Friday). It did. And no one complained. They ate my Dirt Cake right up. No leftovers to bring home (darn).
After whipping together the Oreo delight last night, Jim and I stayed in and watched a movie. Cool and rainy so no golf again (another darn). We watched a movie nominated for some Oscars a year or so back -- Into the Wild. Movie was interesting but not incredibly exciting. I wouldn't say you have to see it -- unless you're really interested in the story (based on a true story). It was about 2 1/2 hours long so it was a late night for this old early-to-bed lady. So late, in fact, I didn't even turn my alarm on. So that's how this day started!
Felt the need for a pot of coffee. But my morning pick-me-up actually came later when I got an email from Carter. My how times change. No letters. No phone calls. It's email now. I didn't mind. In fact, I'm still smiling about it. I did get to talk to him on the phone tonight. He must have said he missed me a dozen times and I said, yes, but you're having fun, right? Oh yes, he assured me. "It is totally worth it!" Good to know. Can't believe we'll be seeing him tomorrow night already. What a quick week.
In order to take advantage of one more "date night," Jim and I stopped at The Harbor bar & grill on the Chain O' Lakes in Waupaca on the way home with some other people from work. Thought we'd see a romantic sunset for our anniversary, but it was too cloudy. Enjoyed some good food and good company. A real treat!
Now we're trying to get a few things organized so we can hit the road at a decent time Thursday afternoon. My blanket is on (yes, it's still cold out) so I can fall asleep quickly and get up early (yes, I'll set my alarm). Want to get to work and be done with it for 3 days!
But as anxious as I am for that, I'd rather not see Date Week draw to a close so quickly. I don't think we can really count tomorrow and Friday nights as "dates" when we're sharing a hotel room with 3 boys! Good thing I love ALL those Austin boys (for better or worse, right?).
Well that's what happened -- but the reasons were a little different. I was actually just being efficient in the "must bring treats to work for birthday" department. I figure bringing something in would cover my birthday and hubby's (coming up Friday). It did. And no one complained. They ate my Dirt Cake right up. No leftovers to bring home (darn).
After whipping together the Oreo delight last night, Jim and I stayed in and watched a movie. Cool and rainy so no golf again (another darn). We watched a movie nominated for some Oscars a year or so back -- Into the Wild. Movie was interesting but not incredibly exciting. I wouldn't say you have to see it -- unless you're really interested in the story (based on a true story). It was about 2 1/2 hours long so it was a late night for this old early-to-bed lady. So late, in fact, I didn't even turn my alarm on. So that's how this day started!
Felt the need for a pot of coffee. But my morning pick-me-up actually came later when I got an email from Carter. My how times change. No letters. No phone calls. It's email now. I didn't mind. In fact, I'm still smiling about it. I did get to talk to him on the phone tonight. He must have said he missed me a dozen times and I said, yes, but you're having fun, right? Oh yes, he assured me. "It is totally worth it!" Good to know. Can't believe we'll be seeing him tomorrow night already. What a quick week.
In order to take advantage of one more "date night," Jim and I stopped at The Harbor bar & grill on the Chain O' Lakes in Waupaca on the way home with some other people from work. Thought we'd see a romantic sunset for our anniversary, but it was too cloudy. Enjoyed some good food and good company. A real treat!
Now we're trying to get a few things organized so we can hit the road at a decent time Thursday afternoon. My blanket is on (yes, it's still cold out) so I can fall asleep quickly and get up early (yes, I'll set my alarm). Want to get to work and be done with it for 3 days!
But as anxious as I am for that, I'd rather not see Date Week draw to a close so quickly. I don't think we can really count tomorrow and Friday nights as "dates" when we're sharing a hotel room with 3 boys! Good thing I love ALL those Austin boys (for better or worse, right?).
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